Sirita clambered up from the ground. The Grim Reaper was just by her side and yet fear was absent from her eyes. 

She reached an arm into the pocket of her shirt. 

Xia Lei cautiously halted, aiming his Gust assault rifle at her chest. He warned, “Put your hands down!”

“Ptui!” Sirita spat a mouthful of blood and spit onto the dirt. “Coward! You’re nothing but a sly rat!” 

“Allow me to take her out. That would teach her some manners,” offered Yelena. 

Instead, Xia Lei raised a hand to decline Yelena’s suggestion. Sirita’s hands were basically useless now. Her fiery front was just to mask her inability to fight any longer. 

With furrowed brows, Sirita trembled as she reached her somewhat movable left hand into her pocket to retrieve a single photograph. In that photo, she and Dark Mona hugged each other’s shoulders with radiant smiles. 

Sirita studied the photo, her gaze softening and a small smile forming. “Dark Mona, just you wait for me. I’ll be there with you very soon.” She landed a chaste kiss on the photograph, losing all of her fire to let deep feelings seep through its...